#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
